Chapter 1 : My name is Han Jeong-ho 24 years old

My name is Han Jeongho. 24 years old.

I am currently facing the crisis of a lifetime.

“You’re saying you’re my brother…?”

I was caught cross-dressing by my younger sister. “No, I’m not.” To be precise. She saw me transformed into a woman.

There are moments in life when you feel like you’re completely screwed. In that sense, I am screwed right now. And quite a bit.

I became a woman overnight.

Reason?

Unknown.

Cause? No clue. I was just going about my day as usual and slept like a log, only to wake up like this.

It’s an understatement to say I transformed. Even my sister, who has known me all my life, couldn’t recognize me.

“This is my brother’s house. If you can’t answer properly, I’ll report you.”

People say you become speechless when you’re extremely flustered. That’s exactly my case right now.

“Do you know this is trespassing?”

Whether it was because of her sharp response or not. Sweat was already forming on my forehead.

“Ye-eun, actually, I’m your half-sister.” “Get out if you’re going to talk nonsense.”

Her fierce eyes were menacing. There was a stubborn determination in her gaze, as if she wouldn’t back down to an intruder.

“…”

How did it come to this? For someone who prided himself on being a man’s man, this ordeal was overwhelming.

Becoming a woman was disconcerting enough, but to be caught in this state by the one person I least wanted to see it first.

It was like the main character meeting the final boss in the first episode of a comic.

A bad ending was right in front of me. Han Jeongho, facing the greatest crisis of his life.

What should I do?

Should I come clean?

Or should I brazen it out and pretend not to know?

An older brother is a being that grows on the admiration of his younger sister.

Just as an onion grows on criticism, a brother onion grows on the respectful gaze of his sister. That was the essence of being an older brother.

I never wanted to be known as a brother with a despicable hobby like cross-dressing. Of course, I wasn’t cross-dressing, and it wasn’t even my choice to end up like this.

But it’s a huge problem that others see it that way. Humans live for the gaze of others. I calculate coldly.

A hot head. A cold heart. No, is it the other way around? Anyway, I rack my brains to get out of this astral situation, but there’s no way out.

To make matters worse, she took out her smartphone from her pocket. It seemed like she was going to call the police. If the police come, it’s straight to the bad ending.

In my own house, I’d be arrested for trespassing. A ridiculous disaster.

While pondering with trembling lips, I eventually closed my eyes tightly.

“Yes, it’s true. I’m Han Jeongho.” Han Jeongho confessed!

“Ah, I see.”

But the effect was minimal… Of course, my sister didn’t seem to believe me at all.

Instead, she looked at me with a bored expression, her gaze lingering especially on my chest.

“Hey, Ye-eun? I told you, I’m Han Jeongho.”

“How do you know my name?

Oh, did my brother tell you?”

“It’s not that. I am your handsome and super luxurious brother…” “Then why is my brother not here, and you’re alone… Oh?

I get it! You’re my brother’s girlfriend!”

“No, I am your one and only true sibling….” “Wow, that’s crazy! Han Jeongho! When did you get such a stunning sister?!”

This is driving me mad. This little one, who isn’t listening at all, has finally gone so far as to make her only brother an extreme narcissist, thinking he’s reached the level of a hermaphrodite.

If this isn’t a high-level humiliation for being a lifelong single who never had a girlfriend, then I’ve become the first person to establish self-dating, something even Greek mythology couldn’t achieve.

“So, what do you like about my brother? Are you an appearance fanatic?”

“Ye-eun.”

“Yes, sister.”

“Shut up.”

It seems a little persuasion time is needed. I kneel down and clasp my hands together. Like a subordinate bowing humbly before a boss.

After a while, the boss finally crossed her legs and asked back. “So, you’re saying you’re actually my brother, and you woke up like this all of a sudden?”

Nod, nod.

“And you don’t know why you ended up like this?” Nod, nod, nod. Like a bobblehead doll, I kept nodding my head, and my sister still didn’t seem convinced.

Our seemingly endless standoff was finally put to rest by her question.

“When’s my birthday?”

“July 29th.”

“What was the name of my elementary school?”

“Seong-ah Elementary School.”

“What’s my favorite food?”

“Cheesecake.”

“What’s my bra size?”

“70A”

“It’s B, you bastard!” She asked questions, and I answered.

“Hmm… then another…” Endless questioning.

How long must I continue answering these foolish questions? Even the Sphinx only asked three riddles.

I glance warily at my younger sister, more terrifying than the Egyptian lioness. Slowly, my toes are reaching their limit. “Ye-eun. My legs are starting to cramp.”

“Tsk!” Another 30 minutes passed like that. The questions were finally nearing the end. “What’s the name of your ex-girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend? What’s an ex-girlfriend?” “Okay, you pass.” Now I understand why people are so happy when they receive the golden necklace in some audition programs.

It was just incredibly joyous. Even when I first tasted the secular world after a week of temple stay, my dopamine didn’t explode like this.

“See, Ye-eun! I’m really your brother, hah!” “Why are you so happy?” “Well, you know.” There is no longer anyone named Han Jeongho in this world.

Only what was once Han Jeongho remains. Everything changed overnight. Appearance, voice, even gender. Nothing remains that could define ‘me’.

This situation where a person’s very existence has been overturned should be sad. Strangely, I feel nothing. “Just to be sure, you didn’t go to Thailand, right?”

“Of course not.” No matter how advanced medical science is, it can’t change a person this drastically overnight.

Even in a world with titanium suits that let you fly and lightsabers that emit high heat, some things remain impossible. Even the greatest scientists couldn’t escape baldness.

Naturally, there was no way to make a person more lush-haired than a lush-haired person. I clicked my tongue and reminded this ignorant child of the cold reality.

“Kiddo, even if a man loses his lower parts, it doesn’t mean he’ll suddenly grow a chest or that his face will drastically change.”

“No, but if you look closely, I can still see a bit of your old face, bro.” Ye-eun, the face-reading master, grabs my face and inspects it closely.

I, too, was stunned by my transformed appearance at first. Of course, there was no resemblance to my old self whatsoever.

But considering that others might see it differently, I decided to just go with it. In a world where one’s gender can change overnight.

The fact that my appearance resisted the tricks of the gods was a mere trivial detail. The genius face that even gods mock, Han Jeongho—that’s me.

“Wow, but bro, you’re really pretty.” “Crazy, what are you saying.” Unconsciously, I showed disgust at my sister’s ridiculous comment.

The words ‘brother’ and ‘pretty’ can never coexist. That’s like Lu Bu being filial to Dong Zhuo. Hitler being kind to Jews.

Napoleon successfully invading Russia… Ugh. I stopped thinking before the Gestalt collapse could happen. Regardless of my discomfort.

My sister, filled with curiosity, kept marveling and playing with my hair. She poked my cheek, tickled my lips.

Then, as her hand slowly moved from my neck and shoulder towards my chest…!

“Hey! Bad hand!”

I parried my sister’s attack with superhuman reflexes. “I just wanted to see if it was real.”

“This is sexual harassment.”

If my reaction had been a bit slower, she would be behind bars now.

A red mark on the resume of a promising young college student—such a thing would be a death sentence in today’s job market.

I was my sister’s lifesaver.

“Hmm… no matter how I look at it, you really seem like a woman. Your skin, your voice.

And…”

“Ah, I’m more powerful than you now.” “Why are you proud of that?” As I puffed out my chest to emphasize, Ye-eun looked at her own and mine alternately with a resentful expression.

See? The difference in power.

“Mine’s bigger, right?”

“Shut up.”

Poor thing. You should have worked on your chest like I did. A younger sister smaller than her older brother?

That’s a disgrace to the family. The Han family only had two men. My light hook sent my sister reeling, her health bar critically low.

Then her gaze suddenly dropped, and she pointed between my legs, asking back, “But if you’ve become a woman, that thing’s gone too, right?”

“Shut up.” Now we were even, one hit each. It was my turn to attack, but she cowardly unleashed a combo.

“Biologically, you’re a woman, right? So you’ll experience that too?”

“Experience what?”

“Magic.”

Woman. That day. Magic. Three words with absolutely no connection, but it wasn’t hard to understand what they meant.

“…Huh?”

I could only manage a dumbfounded reply. My face turned pale, and she burst into laughter.

“All of it?” So funny.

Oppa, or should I call you unnie now?

Do you even know how to wear a bra?

If you don’t wear one because it’s uncomfortable, your chest will sag!

Hahaha!

“Stop…! I admit defeat, Han Ye-eun! I concede. You win!”

“Oh, I should also teach you how to use sanitary pads.

If you forget and don’t use them, your pants will be covered in blood.”

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

The trade was a complete loss.